I seem to recall Agatha Christie does this often. The endings of her books will focus on Poirot, but not on his thoughts, but usually on how someone else sees him, usually Hastings or the murderer. Colin Dexter did the same thing at the end of Jewel That Was Ours.
"At the Trout Inn, the frogmen had given it four days, then called off the search for the Wolvercote Tongue. Sensibly so, as Eddie Stratton (now facing charges of perjury and perverting the course of justice) could have told them from the beginning. It had been a sort of back-up insurance, really—prising out that single remaining ruby, and hiding it privily beneath the white-silk lining of Laura’s coffin. In New York his plans had been thwarted, but the jewel would still be there, would it not? Whenever, wherever they finally buried her. Was anyone ever likely to suspect such duplicity, such ghoulish duplicity? Surely not. Surely not, reflected Stratton. Yet he found himself remembering the man who had been in charge of things. Yes, just the one man, perhaps …"
Colin Dexter - Jewel That Was Ours
At the first reading I don't like it. Once I re-read it, copy it and paste it in the blog, I do. Give that reader a reason to want to come back and read more. Just as he keeps the policy to provide a slight cliff-hanger at the end of every chapter, why not do the same at the end of the book. A bit of intrigue, a mote of mystery, an aire of awe to compel the reader to want to know more, but more importantly to buy that next book.
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